From secret closet, though, alas, full loath, Forth am I brought in mourning weeds, that show His griefe of mind, whose bodie they do cloath: And when I would conceale my inward woe, With head declining downe as I do go, The griefe I would not see, I see in teares, Which fallen from mine eies the pauement beares. 119. In presence being come and silence made, _Torleton_, whose lookes did wound me with despaire, A man in tongue most powerfull to perswade, Stands vp, and as design’d for this affaire, Doth in few words effectually declare The common people’s will, the peeres consent That I thenceforth resigne my gouernment. 120. O heere, what tongue can vnto vtterance bring The inward griefe, which my poore heart did wound? So far it past all sense in sorrowing, Passion so powrefully doth sense confound, That in a swoune I falling on the ground, Faine would haue di’d, but _Leister_ standing by Steps in, and doth that happinesse deny. 121. Recall’d from death by those that stood about, When breath through grieued brest found passage free, In these sad words my woes I breathed out: “O powrefull God, since ’tis thy will that wee Do leaue our crowne, I grudge not thy decree: Thou art most iust in all, thou gau’st a crowne, But ah, mine owne misdeeds haue cast me downe. 122. To you I yeeld what wrong doth wrest from me, Since with one voice ye say it must be so, And beg this mercie in my miserie: That since your hate hath brought me to this woe, It heere may end, no further let it goe: He whom once king your hate could not forgiue, Will be no king so he haue leaue to liue.” 123. Heere teares did choake the end of my sad words, And while my state in silence I deplore, _Trussell_ in name of all the English lords Renouncing th’homage due to me before, Depriues me of the same for euermore: Leauing his liege that was of most command, The most deiected subiect of this land. 124. _Blunt_, steward of our house in th’open hall, Protracts no time by any long delay, But breaking of his rod before them all, Resignes his office, all depart away, Many that would in loue, yet dare not stay: This was my fate, thus did false fortune frowne, Ah God, that euer king was so cast downe! 125.